holy shit. its been forever. everything is differnt now, however, i am completely and utterly intoxicated on power right now... god it feels good to be in complete control of myself ( Read more... )

So I don't know. sounds like you want to give up. I don't want to. I want to blame other people for my shortcomings, and even though it all makes sense, I'm not going to even try. try to be understanding eh? I fear that it may be as I said way back at the beginning. I try really I do, but when paying attention to you becomes a burden in my mind ( Read more... )

blah.. i am angry... because.. i dont have anything to be angry about. there has only been good for the last few days. one, i got to chill with one of my great friends for the weekend, and got to go to a rave.. which rocked my face off. then i got back with my girl, who happens to pwn much ass. i cannot wait for this weekend where i will get to ( Read more... )

method of death of the journal: seppukku with a frisbe.

new picture up

Method Of Death Of The Journal: me eating your soul.

ya, so i dont even know anymore. it feels odd to be single again. and why do i have really bad luck with breakups? on to new things. the Wii is officially Sweet. i want one. actually, all i want is the controller. but either way the Wii is made of WIN! plus! its only 260$ i might be able to con the rents into getting me one for christmas. ( Read more... )

i dunno, but the one time i really really try, i get ignored for the tv.... whats up with that? maybe i bring it upon myself.

Method Of Death Of The Journal: accidentally eating a won ton filled with razor blades.

ok, so im really getting sick and tired of hearing that iv broken up with my girlfriend.. like.. right after i get done making out with her. also the rumors of her cheating on me are getting a little tedious, cuz i KNOW they are false. i wish rumor starting dicks would just keep their mouths shut ( Read more... )

behold! for i am todays olde person!

Method of death of the journal: full insertion into a vat af boiling jello.

Method of death of the last journal: being eaten alive by your little siblings significant other.

i hate it when i feel like a fuck-up.